Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Latvia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
The Move,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
World's Most,
UT,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.